AVANTI!

by Noelle Micarelli

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Songs from my undergrad thesis, Avanti! This one-act performance piece wove together the history of Italian American anarchism with autobiographical narrative.

"Your Italian pronunciation is wrong every time" - my father

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released May 17, 2016

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Noelle Micarelli Boston, Massachusetts

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Track Name: Unity
One little town, one little place
one familiar prayer, "Saint Mary, full of grace"

I don't know this country, I only know this land
the rivers and the furrows
the voices and the hands

unity's a language I can't comprehend
it takes and takes and takes until the bloody end

if I go across the sea to a different shore
suddenly we're brothers who were so strange before

I don't believe in country, but God I miss my sky
if it weren't for these nations we'd never have to fly

unity's language I can comprehend
the fiction that divides is bound one day to end

the future has no borders and the future has no flags
no one will forget repeat the pain we bore
we'll always do the right thing, won't we?
we'll always do the right thing, won't we?

unity's language I can comprehend
the fiction that divides is bound one day to end

we'll be the ones to see the sun

America's no dream, it never really was
I won't forgive the rich man
because he knows not what he does

I don't know this country and I don't know this God
but the mothers have their prayers and the ocean’s deep and broad

unity's a language I can comprehend
the fiction that divides is bound one day to end

we'll be the ones to see the sun
will we be the ones to see the sun?
Track Name: Maria, 1894
I have work to do among you here
I have suffered more than I should for my age
I live in this town
It goes and goes around

and I am just eighteen
my father taught me to say the things I mean
I know what you’re going through

there’s no justice in the class war if you don’t include your girls
and there’s no point in freeing women if it doesn’t mean the world
I live in this time
the things I do are mine

and I am just eighteen
but it’s beyond my power to say all the things I’ve seen
I know what you’re going through

[spoken] Let’s instead demonstrate, women comrades, that we are capable of something, that we too feel the shame of this abominable society, and that the idea of rebellion also rises within our hearts. We are tired of being subjected to injustice; we too want to abolish servitude; we want to rise to freedom. [end spoken]

Nostra patria è il mondo intero

and I am just eighteen
but I have crossed an ocean, been to jail and learned to scream
I know what you’re going through
nations are a fiction but my countrymen are real
we all must work together if we want things to change
I am standing here
I won’t be kept in fear
and I am just eighteen
my father taught me to say the things I mean
I know what you’re going through


and I am just eighteen
Track Name: Beatrice
Beatrice, are we fated to die young?
At the end of each day I remember where I’m from

You thought your soul would go to heaven
You thought your soul would go to hell

Beatrice, would you meet me at the gate?
Each time I reach, they always say I have to wait

You thought your soul would go to heaven
You thought your soul would go to hell

I was never a believer
All I found in the church
were men who would gain and rage and steal and deceive -
early morning,
you’re not here

Beatrice, can you tell me where you’ve gone?
The things I teach, they will bring light and a new dawn

where no one’s soul will go to heaven
and no one’s soul will go to hell

and you’ll be here
in my memory

Beatrice, are we fated to die young?
At the end of each day I remember where I’m from

A place where souls, they go to heaven
a place where souls, they go to hell
Track Name: Out to Sea
little one, your paper boat is drifting out to sea
for one more moment I’ll pretend it’s drifting back to me

oh, little boy, where are you now?
if we fight with all our numbers tell no lies accept no masters we’ll be free
oh, little boy, where are you now?
it was us who made the choice to speak to fight the one who dies it should be me

a woman is a mother
the mother is the teacher of anarchy
you can’t hold on forever
a child is a thing that’s drifting out to sea

little one, the way back home is lit in case you’re lost
each promise that I made to you is sleeping in the frost

oh, little boy, we’ll meet again
I don’t believe in hell or Christ or God, Santa Maria bring him home
oh, little boy, I’ll see you then
in a place beyond what’s known, beyond what’s written by those far-off men in Rome

a woman is a mother
a child is a thing that’s drifting out to sea
we still have each other
we only have each other
Track Name: Keep Moving On
No one will remember what we did here
this is not the legacy I leave
promise me you’ll remember that we lived here
show me there’s a stone left in the stream

Because I feel no shame but I see no other way
to keep moving on
and I will not bend but I might break in the end
if I don’t keep moving on

I shared in the work done by my father
together we would fight to bring the dawn
I wish that I could show that sunny morning to my daughter
I don’t believe the morning’s ever gone

But the world has changed and I see no other way
to keep moving on
and I will not bend but I might break in the end
if I don’t keep moving on

Blame me all you like but I have always done the best I could
for me and all my sisters and my countrymen in blood and work
I weathered through the night and I have always lived the best I could
for me and all my sisters and my countrymen in work

we named our children after things like wind
and never stopped to count the times we sinned

and I feel no shame but I see no other way
to keep moving on
and I will not bend but I might break in the end
if I don’t keep moving on

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